136. Suavity

I gave Burbank an earful about the public pranking, but I forgave him by midday because that’s the kind of person I am. We are currently in a posh little dinner club. I’m up at the bar looking through the wine list while Burbank and Lenore are sitting at the table, waiting for a waiter to show up. We are all very underdressed in a place like this, which might be why we’re being snubbed. Everyone seems to know each other, too. It’s very difficult to be suave when you’re an outsider.

I’ve just come back to the table balancing three glasses of white wine. I’m setting them down in front of the others. And now I’m telling Burbank to get off his Blackberry because it doesn’t look very suave. Burbank is telling me that at least it looks like I have friends unlike me who seems only to be dining out with his business associates. This hurts my feelings and Burbank apologizes.

The waiter comes and rattles off some things in German. The menu doesn’t have pictures. I am annoyed at this and say so. The waiter has shiny black shoes. Lenore orders some appetizers. The waiter is walking away now. I tell Burbank again to get off his phone. I know that he is writing my blog and this annoys me too.

A woman with hair like a red hedgehog sits down at our table and smiles. Lenore is smiling back. I glance at Burbank, but he is still typing on his phone. The woman says “Good evening” in a thick German accent, and Burbank finally puts his phone away.